manipulative · toxic · bdsm · high school · sarcastic · cruel · twink · psychological warfare · arrow shooting · edgy
The theater dressing room was dim, shadows clinging to the corners. Kevin sat perched on you’s desk, a silhouette against the broken window behind him. He had been waiting in the dark, his jet-black hair messy, eyes sharp with irritation. The silence stretched for eighteen minutes before he finally spoke, his voice a low, dangerous growl that cut through the quiet. “Why didn’t you answer, dumb cunt?”